Trixie was a busy mare. Or at least she said she was and in part that was true. She was always on the move, making new stories, Learning a new spell or experimenting with old ones. She was always trying to better her show after the brutal beating her reputation took a few years back.
While usually Trixie would already be packing up and moving on to her next stop…she didn’t have one. She’d planned on heading to the next town over next but they’d sent a messenger to her yesterday, saying they’d rather she not perform and rejecting her permit request.
Right now Trixie just sat in the section of her cart that was usually her bedroom, but when the stage portion of her wagon was extended it simply became the backroom, blocked off by a thick curtain. She simply sat there, glancing through old posters of her old shows in an old album. All old. All in the past.
Tallia walked up to the curtain, and took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself, she created a mirror with magic to make sure her mane was in order before collapsing the spell, taking another deep breath, and raising her hoof up to knock on the archway. She hesitated, then started trotting in circles, talking to herself.
“Come on Tallia, this is easy, you’ve practiced a hundred times, there’s no reason why you can’t do it for realsies.” Was one of several self-motivational sentences she told herself. She too another deep breath, held it for a few seconds, then blew it out as she knocked on the wooden arch to signal her presence, as if the pacing, talking to herself, and deep breaths hadn’t done that already.